Spa Day (Random Writing for Rabid) (Patreon)

“I can assure you, it’s all above board!”

Though the enthusiasm was certainly welcome, it didn’t detract from the fact that some of the options available in the pamphlet were… “suggestive” was a word, but that was probably insufficient to fully describe what kind of imagery the treatment names invoked. The whole place was quite nice, at least on a first glance, which just made the apparent lack of concern for personal boundaries all the more confusing. Nonetheless, if they insisted it was fine, then it was probably fine; at least all of the online reviews said the place was fantastic for one’s figure, whatever that meant.

After a whole week of doing nothing but going through their backlog, it was time for a certain Cowolf to get the proper pampering they deserved, complete with a full day of doing absolutely nothing productive and just enjoying the sweet sounds of sloshing water under the attentive care of as many pair of hands as the staff could fit on them; quite a large number, all things considered, hence why they were considerate enough to call ahead and leave their details. The clerk on the the other end of the line was nothing if not courteous, though Rabid probably should’ve figured something was off when they kept insisting on details that were better kept between people who were actually intimate with one another; though, judging from the kind of services they offered, it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility that it was just a way for them to ensure the best possible treatment was offered.

Thoughts for later. Right now, the Cowolf spotted a pool large enough to let them fit inside and were absolutely itching to get a good taste of it. A few tentative looks at the spa attendant next to them and a nod later, it was time for them to be led to their exclusive changing room, specially designed for individuals of their… particular size. The damned thing was basically a plus-sized hotel suite, and if it weren’t for all the other amenities provided by the spa, Rabid would have been happy spending their entire day lazing about on that gigantic bed and ordering as much food as the menu services allowed. But with so much to choose from (and a hefty bill to go along with it), it’d be criminal not to explore all of their options.

Left alone by the spa staff, the Cowolf was informed that, so long as they kept within the rules outlined in the pamphlet, they were effectively free to go wherever they so desired, provided they took care not to bump into anyone along the way. The mere suggestion was enough for Rabid to develop a sense of awkwardness they knew would translate into a soft blush, which itself just made the young attendant giggle before turning around and closing the door behind them. It was always the same thing; didn’t matter what their size was, all it took was a wink and a sly comment and the big goof would be quick to stammer out some excuse about how it’s really no big deal.

They really needed that day off.

The first order of business was getting some snooze in the pool. With very few people in the building, and apparently very little more arriving due to the Cowolf’s presence requiring most of the staff’s attention, they had the whole thing for themselves. Utterly gigantic and kept at just the right temperature to mimic the warm embrace of a lazy summer’s day, it didn’t take long between the first toe touching the surface of the water and Rabid’s body relaxing every muscle it had, followed by the Cowolf having to fight their eyelids, which had mysteriously tripled in weight in mere seconds. It certainly didn’t help that two spa attendants approached them from behind and asked if they’d like some buffing; took a bit before the big fluffer realized they were talking about the two horns they sported, which had admittedly gone without some proper maintenance for far too long. Giving the word to that effect, what followed were two hours of utter bliss, whereby Rabid did nothing but allow their body to float with the hot water currents while the two eager volunteers cleaned up, polished and shined up the Cowolf’s horns until they turned into two ivory-like mirrors. In a way, it was almost a waste; there was no way Rabid would take the time required to keep them in such a pristine state, even if they were dazzling. Still, it was the thought that counted.

With the pool done, it was time for some towelling off and the all-important grooming; seven days of pouring over two computer monitors and a tablet had turned his fur and fluff into a matted mess in desperate need of some tender love and care. Luckily, they’d arrived at the spa early enough for them to be able to enjoy the services of the staff for a good couple of hours before having to eat, the gentle motion of the brushes being enough to make the Cowolf completely lose track of time. On more than one occasion, the people tending to them had to gently nudge their muzzle in order to wake them up, as the poor thing kept dozing off after succumbing to the relaxing rhythm of soft bristles on their fur. To say it was heavenly would be underselling it, and yet it was but the first of many distractions Rabid would entertain themselves with over the course of that day. Or so they assumed, at least

With their fur washed, brushed and given the faintest hint of lavender, not to mention their neckfluff being perfectly combed into a vaguely heart-like shape (courtesy of the youngest member of the team, bless their heart), it was time for lunch. The spa itself offered a wide variety of meals, all of which were included in the room service, and of course were delivered on a massive trolley to the lazy Cowolf after they threw themselves onto the bed and spent a good ten minutes squirming about; both the bed itself and their own body were so unashamedly soft that the simple experience of being made them want to drool for more. The sheer excess of it boggled their mind; it had been years since last they’d felt that relaxed, and it only made the realization that they’d have to go to work the next day all that much worse.

Still, for the time being: food!

Delicious and scrumptious were two words that could maybe begin to describe the absolute feast that ensued. Rabid was used to large quantities of food, as befitting someone of their size, but given that they weren’t running an establishment like that spa, it was hard to justify being all that lavish with what they ate. Given the opportunity to splurge out a bit and truly enjoy life at its fullest, though? They were sure the kitchen staff began to wonder just how many people were supposed to be in the spa that day when it was so quiet, with the Cowolf quietly chuckling at the mental image of the head chef being informed it was all going to one room. Ah, the perks…

Lunch itself took upwards of an hour, what with Rabid having access to so many things that it would be a waste not to experience literally all of them in as quick a succession as he could afford while maximizing the taste sensation. While they were expecting to end up quite stuffed, even the hybrid couldn’t imagine just how bloated they’d end up feeling after they were done with everything… and how bloated they’d end up looking as well. Yes, they ate a lot more than usual, but surely that shouldn’t translate into their belly gaining enough pudge that they could somehow sink their entire hand into it; even more worrying, they hadn’t even noticed such a change taking place, being far too enamored in the endless cavalcade of dishes and snacks being presented to them by the attentive staff. It was only after they moved to get off the bed and noticed their stomach dragging along the floor more than usual that something registered as being slightly off… but, considering the small mountain of dirty plates they’d left behind, perhaps it was simply their large body making room for a meal that went a few levels above what it was used to. Rabid did not envy the morning after… nor the diet they’d have to go on after the spa visit.

Moving around from place to place turned into a bit more of a chore than expected due to this sudden increase in weight, ending up causing a few embarrassing incidents where the Cowolf inadvertently ended up waddling into someone because they weren’t looking. It should be worrying that their bloated belly had somehow grown to be wider than their torso, when it absolutely hadn’t been just before leaving their room, but seeing as it felt wonderfully warm and kept the Cowolf on the very edge of pure bliss, they were ready to ignore it, at least for the time being.

This would end up being easier said than done, as crossing through doors became surprisingly difficult the more they tried moving around; it seemed as if the Cowolf’s gut had forgotten that it was meant to stop swelling, and instead had decided to keep on pressing against Rabid’s legs until it began overflowing around them, covering them in their soft, fuzzy warmth. As for the unfortunate hybrid forced to carry that thing around, it was hard to choose between cursing their luck or asking for more food, with their mind veering dangerously close to the latter the more they had to drag themselves around. The final hurdle ended up being the worst, with the door to the massage parlor being much too small for the kind of heft the Cowolf was packing; though they were sure they would’ve been able to move through it before lunch, their ill-advised feasting had made their belly swell to such a wonderfully plump state that, try as they might, they couldn’t get past the halfway point. Though they struggled to squeeze themselves through the much-too-small opening, the experience was far too overwhelming for them to accomplish more than ending up as a softly whining mess; stuffed as they were, every inch of that fuzz-covered stomach was as sensitive as some other unmentionable parts of them, with Rabid considering how it had to be some kind of cosmic joke at their expense that they had their fat ass stuck in the door to the one place that might offer some relief.

Forced to call for help, a few of the spa attendants arrived carrying a large set of oil bottles, only to realize their customer hadn’t quite figured out how to move to different rooms. The two young men were as embarrassed about it as Rabid was, but after some urging on the hybrid’s part, agreed to try and help as best they could. Unfortunately for the Cowolf, this translated into four hands sinking into their swollen udder, at which point nothing really mattered anymore. That particular part of their body was already extremely sensitive, enough that Rabid made it a point to try and keep it away from anything that might bump into it, not to mention being prone to bloating whenever they had a bit too much to eat or just simply forgot to drain themselves regularly. The only reason the Cowolf hadn’t been dragging those udders around the floor had merely been because their belly had somehow managed to bloat even harder, but that all seemed quite meaningless after feeling the insane amount of pressure building up inside of them. Despite this, they’d somehow managed to keep themselves surprisingly malleable, with the result that, when both of the attendants leaned forwards, their hands sank into the milk-stuffed pudge and set them so off-balance that they almost tripped! For Rabid, the experience was akin to a lot of things, none of which they dared think about for fear of what it might do to parts of them that were difficult to hide; nonetheless, they weren’t blushing for nothing, and neither were their hands tightly wrapped around their own muzzle for no reason.

The attendants were enjoying themselves perhaps a bit too much, openly kneading and massaging the Cowolf’s lower body under the guise of trying to push them through the door; to their credit, they were actually doing their best, and Rabid had very little intention of telling them to stop, as the sensations coursing through their body and into their brain were just too good to let go of. Under any other circumstances, they’d be kicking the two people invading their personal space; right now, though, it was a welcome addition to the spa day.

This, of course, had the kind of results one would expect when dealing with someone like the Cowolf; the solution for their little immobility problem ended up being a shattered door and bits of broken glass everywhere, accomplished by the hybrid’s belly having yet another growth spurt and bending the doorframe so out of shape that it buckled under the pressure. Curiously enough, despite the sudden jolt, there was no risk of tripping; Rabid was more or less stuck on top of a gut large enough that they were having trouble reaching the ground. They had to wonder just when that happened; they were sure they had their paws firmly on the floor just a few seconds prior, and it was almost a certainty that they should’ve stopped bloating by that point… but then again, the hybrid couldn’t quite recall the last time they’d felt that fuzzy, and warm, and comfy and oh-so-full, so why bother themselves with such trivial matters? They were in the massage parlour, after all, so all they had to do was sit back, relax, and let the staff handle their needs.

Unbeknownst to the near-insensate hybrid, said staff was beginning to panic after they realized just what was happening to their guest of honour. They’d foreseen something like that happening, but didn’t really have anything prepared in case it actually did; explosive growth wasn’t an event the spa was ready to deal with, and the best idea they could come up with was to try and calm the hybrid down as best as they could, hoping that it would have a knock-on effect on their body as a whole. And for that purpose, it was finally time to deploy their secret weapon.

Rabid enjoyed a few minutes of comfortable silence, gently rubbing at their slowly-swelling stomach while humming their favourite tune, before the peace and quiet were interrupted by the pitter-patter of bare paws on the linoleum. Eager to see who the new person was, the Cowolf was unfortunately unable to turn around to check, being a bit too stranded on top of a small hill of their own pudgy self. Mercifully, the chief masseuse walked over to where the hybrid could get a look at them, blushing even harder at how cute the… something was. They were definitely male, though getting a bead on what kind of species they were supposed to be was surprisingly harder than expected. Though skinny up top, they sported a set of hips to die for, not to mention a shamelessly obvious bulge straining their white uniform. Their smile, too… for just a second, Rabid wanted to smooch that cutie, if only to sate their own curiosity of what they’d taste like, and how soft that glorious mane of neck floof happened to be.

Weird thoughts. Good thoughts.

“Are you here for my special treatment~?” the hybrid mused, not really posing the comment as a question as much as simply asserting a fact of life. In response, the newcomer pointed to a large metal tray they had dragged on, covered in transparent bottles of specialist oils and fragrances, all of them handpicked prior to Rabid’s visit, “Only one of you?”

The masseuse nodded, flicking their hair when turning around and leaving the Cowolf to await their slick, warmed hands with bated breath. To their surprise, first contact was incredibly cold, though the kind that almost instantly melted into a dispersed heat suffusing through and into their body; the feeling of the young man’s palms expertly handling their fatty folds was simply too good to put into words, as the hybrid felt that nothing they could come up with would ever accurately describe the veritable storm of emotions raging inside of them with each tender touch and gentle kneading. Whoever that guy was, whatever they were supposed to be, they clearly enjoyed their job well enough to develop their own style, as Rabid doubted what they were doing happened to be taught at any reputable school.

The Cowolf should’ve expected it; it was on the brochure and they did warn them upon entry. In a way, it wasn’t all that surprising, if only because Rabid’s mind was too busy adoring their slow and steady growth to really concern itself with such silly things as modesty or moral compunctions. All that mattered was how deeply the masseuse’s arms were sinking into their udders, how much their flesh seemed to grow around them with each stroke; it felt as if every squeeze found more of Rabid the harder it pushed against the hybrid’s flesh, filling the Cowolf up and pushing their boundaries more and more in every direction. They barely even felt when their udders began to reach the tipping point, achingly full and ready to burst before finally crossing the threshold and showering the masseuse in a tidal wave of white cream, most of which ended up adding to the mess of massage oils running on the floor.

The room began to fill with even more eager staff, understudies of that one gorgeous man with magical hands that was now completely buried inside of the Cowolf’s udder, bringing out pounds more of it with each motion, drowning in the sloshing warmth of it, while Rabid’s continuously-swelling gut spilled in all directions around him under the attentive care of whoever else happened to show up. The new attendants climbed onto him in their desperate bid to find a spot they could claim for themselves, an eager few even getting close enough to start working their neck and shoulders. All the while, the hybrid’s body continued to relentlessly torment Rabid by inching further away from their control, until it was fully relinquished to its own need to occupy as much room as it could. With gurgling and sloshing, creaking and groaning, and the everpresent sensation of the very walls pressing against them, the Cowolf settled in to enjoy a few long hours of cutting loose, even after the building began to groan from the strain and most of the staff seemed to have found some spot on their bloated blob of a body to enjoy themselves on.

Rabid couldn’t wait for the dinner special.